And if sometimes I wonder: "where is the time I gazed?"Your time sunk slow out yonder, too young to be amazedNo 30 years will ponder the compensating calfThe butcher's ghost declining you're only missing half, yeah

Convertible chaosConvertible chaos

I'm only thinking, baby, how come you look so pale?Your artist joined the navy and tied you to the railI'm saving all my euro's to buy a cleaner pastI'm trading gold for plastic 'cause we're not meant to last

Come burn my 16 candles and bite my holy crustI'm pulling 13 handles to save the pride from lustWhere is that tall translator? where is that seed of love?Where is the former playboy that shot my mourning dove?